Remus is, for once, actually outside. He's padding around the forest, still a wolf, thanks to Jaenelle -- and stopping to sniff at nearly everything he finds interesting. There's quite a lot of it, really, but at the moment he's currently busily involved in finding out what exactly is making him sneeze in this large patch of bushes over here. Come bother him!

So, if a son or a wife or -- you know, a best friend or someone would like to find Remus, he's ...outside, believe it or not, frowning speculatively at a broomstick. He gives the broom another frown and moves to stand next to it, hand out. The broom does nothing, however, so he's just reduced to glaring at it.

"This is almost as bad as that motorbike," he says, mostly to himself.

So, Remus once was lost but now is found dead, but now is alive. We just thought he should have a post commemorating this event, and he'll be going to find his wife now.

Remus is outside today, taking a moment to sprawl under a tree and enjoy the summer weather. Though he's reading -- we shouldn't expect anything less, this is Remus, after all, he surely wouldn't mind someone saying hello or interrupting him.

Contrary to popular belief, Remus hasn't disappeared off the face of the earth. He's simply disappeared into the library (for a few months -- because this is Remus), which is where he can currently be found, happily immersed in a large book of Poe's short stories. Feel free to bother, poke, and/or ask him questions.

...Well. He's dead.

Anyone heard from a certain Mssr Padfoot lately? If not, I'll just curl up with my Hugo.

*Remus is curled up under a blanket -- with, of course, some hot cocoa and a copy of Dracula. He'd quite probably enjoy talking to a Prongs, or possibly playing with a wee goddaughter, once he's feeling a bit better*

Apparently, a Moony can be a forgetful thing. So, here's your present, with my abject apologies. *and said present is a book -- but one about pranks, so it's not too horrifying* --I know, I know, don't beat me with it, alright?